“My name is Jackson Cade, and I stand before you today to deliver a few words about the man we are burying today.”
“A man named Malakai Midnight.”
“In life, Mr. Midnight was perhaps best known as a night owl, someone who chirped his gospel into the darkness as he gathered his flock. Though I never listened to him, I picked up a very interesting life lesson I wish to share with you now.”
“A life, like the hours on a clock, is finite. You only have twenty-four hours in a day and what you do with them, especially as the hour hand clicks towards the end, is left entirely up to you.”
“Malakai was born at twelve a.m. And he embodied the idea of using his limited time to the fullest. As seconds, minutes, and hours ticked by he worked tirelessly towards his goal. In a way, I suppose I can see why his followers came to his mass.”
“However, as the lights began to go out in Arcadia, his last few ticking ever closer, Mr. Midnight began to make mistakes.”
“At nine o’clock, Midnight descended upon Olympus with a flock of night owls at his beck and call. The lights were dimmed yet he stepped out of the shadows and began to trudge towards his final days.”
“As ten o’clock rang through the levels, he embraced the comradery of Tombstone, of Gravedigger, as he joined Six Feet Under. Hand in hand with the devil himself, Midnight saw his goal on the horizon of bringing hell upon Arcadia. You might even say that he grew fond of his allies, seemingly always by their side.”
“Yet, as the clock struck eleven, he made a mistake.”
“Actions that would leave the clock ticking ever faster towards his demise.”
“Malakai, alongside Gravedigger, assaulted my mother, Mary Cade. Mr. Midnight sat back and watched slack jawed as Gravedigger drove her face into the drywall over and over. She cried out in agony, her blood splattered the hardwoods, and both men left her for dead.”
“Simply put, I’m blessed to not be writing this eulogy for her instead.”
“In fact, knowing she still breathes, that she still fights, is why I feel so comfortable giving Malakai his last rites.”
“Because at Bad Blood, the clock is going to finally strike midnight.”
“The bell will ring out across Arcadia, the life will drain from his eyes, and I will be there to lower him six feet under the soil to his final resting place.”
“Malakai was not a good man, he was not a brave man.”
“He was a coward, a bastard.”
“And I relish being the one to tell all those watching exactly who he was. I’m elated to be able to set the record straight.”
“At Bad Blood his life ends. His twenty-four hours is up.”
“And I want him to know, that as he sinks beneath the surface.”
“Falling lower and lower.”
“That no one is above the Law.”
“And I am the Law.”